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Madness is a social construct



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The past week has been very much interesting for me, learning a lot regarding mental disorders and their presentations. 

People are so different and thresholds for handling the bullshit life throws at us is even more diverse. Some people have built fantasies in their heads where they feel at peace (the best way to handle this sick world if we're keeping it real BTW), and yet we try so hard to yank them into our own worlds based on the construct of mannerisms and appropriate retorts we grew up to learn.



There's this whole concept of insight where someone has to accept that they have a mental disorder before you can say your treatment is working.

But here here:

There's over seven billion people on earth; living on the planet and drinking of the water that flows beneath the soil beds. It's going to be ridiculous to expect everyone to see the world through the same glasses. 

Understandably, when someone fails to get integrated into the society, we categorise them as abnormal and immediately look to separate them until their views align with majority of us. It's a caste for normalcy. The community has to subconsciously decide you're fit to be a part of them before you can participate in their activities. 



Being a weirdo is no good if you exist on this planet, following the laid down communal rules. Although, recently a lot of strange ideas are all over the place and getting attention from influencers who get their followers onto the same chakra they operate at (I blame it on spending some six thousand years doing the same things over again), it's still crazy to say some things and expect everyone to believe you just because you're convinced that you're right. 


So when do we begin to integrate their crazy talk into the normal spectrum of societal functioning? Is is based on the number of people that share this belief? Or does it have to be proven beyond reasonable doubt? 



What is reasonable doubt? How sure are you that everything you believe in isn't the figment of a mad man's imagination who successfully convinced hundreds and then thousands that his way is the truth? Why do we have to subdue every other belief that goes against our strongest convictions? 


How sure are you that you're not crazy too?






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  2. Dazzling us as usual. Great writing, coupled with the way you keep us asking for more. I think I might have to stick to the side of those who think you are a young one with a wise old mind. Keep it up boss.

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